1. He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me.
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

2. Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
by waters still, o’er troubled sea,
still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me.
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

3. Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
nor ever murmur nor repine,
content, whatever lot I see,
since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me.
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

4. And when at last my race is run,
the Savior’s work in me is done,
e’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
since God through Jordan leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me.
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.